I max out the 16GB SanDisk Extreme IV CF that day — on HD video of the talks, Liyana Fizi and Beeha performance. No video for Meor Yusof and Nikbindijan since the preliminary seating I was at have a limited view of the stage. Then I changed my seating next to the guy who use Nikon DSLR and bounce flash every picture he took — which is quite annoying. I’ve to put on the lens hood for my 135mm f/2 to deflect the flash.

Word of advice: crank up the ISO, play with the available light. It’s not that dark in there! And you’re 3-5 meter away with 10 meter high ceiling.

Nadia artwork is there. Who is a friend of my Flickr contact list: Daniel, strobist and available light experimenter. Her artwork usually in monochrome and tell the gritty urbanism and the derelict outpost of modernism. Showcase at the gallery is her usual trademark — dark and voyeuristic.

She tagged her neighbour’s wallpaper with Banksy-esque stencil graffiti. Caricaturing the public with black and white gospel of her own.

She waxed philosophical about being eccentric as equal to being generic, escaping the gravity of irony altogether. That’s good. That’s bad. The lanky chav concurred, “It’s the strewth! Huzzah! Hallelujah! Bravo!”

Satisfied with the compliment. She drivels again — looking plastered.

“Am I bovvered?”

“Look at my face, is my face bovvered? Face? Bovvered?”

At a point you really wish David Tennant (Dr Who) shuts Catherine Tate (Lauren Cooper) with his Sonic Screwdriver — screwing her self-absorbed mind shut.